Dear Preston,
As much as I hate admitting it, or thinking about it in that case, I never hated you. I couldn't even if I tried. I keep on trying to move on, forget you, but it never works.
My favorite Mareston moment, (my friends had made the ship name,) was the time I first entered and saw your room in person. (And don't you dare make a sexual innuendo.) It was an outlook on your life— the gaming setup with multiple monitors, the pictures of family hanging up on the wall, the messily made bed— everything, everything told me something about you.
Love stories don't always end with a happily ever after. A love story is simply in which two characters find beauty within each other. And that's exactly what happened to you and me. Even if we fell out, our story was— is still a beautiful, precious tale that deserves to be told.
We had our ups and downs, our beautiful moments and ugly ones. At least we stuck with each other. But when faced with a simple new challenge, converting our in person relationship to online and digital, you cowered away. Some real dedication to what we had.
Just to clarify, you still are not forgiven. You have caused me so much grief, so much heartbreak. Fortunately for you, I am no longer pissed at you, just a bit disappointed and slightly bitter. Honestly, I do think you need to stop. I am no longer yours and you're not mine either.
And yes, I'll meet you at the café, Starbucks at 5 PM, the seventeenth of May; remember.
From,
Marie
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NouvellesTwo lovers, Preston and Marie, are hours of flight away from each other and haven't been in contact in years, but neither has left either mind. However, old fashioned paper and pen may bring them together once again.
